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What gets my goat, though? Folks judgin’ them gals workin’ there. “Who can judge another’s heart?”—that’s straight from the movie, and I’m hollerin’ amen! I ain’t perfect—lord knows I’ve tripped over my own sequins—so who am I to point fingers? Still, I was shocked pink when I heard bout Madame Mustache, a real gal from the Gold Rush days. Ran her own brothel, sported a hairy lip prouder than my wigs! Died broke, though—made me tear up, thinkin’ she deserved better.

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In an attempt to examine the brothel as a queer space, this article investigates identity construction and performance within the Cookie Guest Ranch.

Man, Berkeley-Heights got these corners that just scream soulful energy. Milford Street's full of character, kinda like my own unpredictable life. I mean, one minute I'm chillin' at the local café, the next I'm spillin' my heart out to a lost soul who just needed someone to hear her pain. "Life returns to its chaos," just like in the movie, ya feel me?!

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